Sufficient unto lunch is the self thereof

[desperance]

Lunch is an hour ahead and a couple of miles away, for I am at the library (where you can tell I'm starting to feel comfortable, because I took out my keys as I approached the door - as I used to do every bloody day at the Lit & Phil: home from home, I tell you...) - but my current plan is that lunch will be a ham roll. That is, my own ham, my own roll, and my own fresh-ground fresh-mixed mustard. I didn't actually grow any of it, not the pig nor the wheat nor anything (tho' there is talk of harvesting wild mustardseed in the near future; it grows like a weed hereabouts), but still. Made it all.

And in other news, I'm only logging this here so I can find it again, but look: sous vide, with a smartphone controller. I really kinda want one of these.